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murder = out.
= birth blouse.
mirror = perfect spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = saint.
Death decodes the from our hands.
= noise nest.
TV = test.
= siamese gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
murder = fate.
distills the camouflage from our dance.
death the red from romance.
x-rays the angels of chance.
death; the anti of infants.
Like a picture hiding the digital Avalanche.
When cecilia's cracked like a dirt cacoon,
she pulled up a stool at the saloon.
The player mumbling crippled jigs,
widows knitting victimless wigs.
When cecilia's throat like a second set of lips
she drooled bibles onto the brothel bed spread,
an egg whose yoke defies child bearing hips.
Like a ghost who fears all of the and dead.
(time eats the flesh and spits out the like a useless wishbone.)
But that locket around her neck,
whose hearth heats a valentine,
you know the trail leads way to a muted grave.
Where is his voice
A tone in the flutter of drunken wings,
Where is his cheek now,
A face unraveled in shadow, veiled in laughter.
are those sex ripened lips,
his kiss print still warm on necks.
is love now?

murder = out.
cancer = blouse.
= perfect glass spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = saint.
Death decodes the from our hands.
skull = nest.
TV = test.
= siamese gun kiss.
sugar = bait.
murder = fate.
death distills the from our dance.
death the red from romance.
x-rays the angels of chance.
death; the anti of infants.
Like a hiding beneath the digital Avalanche.